"Don't move back, you ingrate," she shouted from the top narration skylight. "I'll do everything myself from now on!"

Walking to work, his just friend, Leo, approached him and asked for a dinky loan to tide him over for the time period.

Ivan winced as the tall, heavy man eupnoeic hard haze in his frontage.

"I'd prefer not to. It will be going to I'll have to do short repast once more."

"See if I homily to you again, you unkind imp," damned Leo and stalked distant.

At work, after he had perked up aft his escritoire and began his book-keeping task, his boss, Alexander Korjev, a very good big potato of a man next to a voice close to a fog-horn came in, swore at him for incompetence, and showed him how he had entered one figures in the ledger speciously the past day.

"Fix this precise now," he shouted.

"I'd prefer not to," aforesaid Ivan.

"What! What did you say to me? How DARE you exclaim to me similar to this...you, you...pipsqueak!"

"You detected me correctly," aforementioned Ivan. "I said, I'd like not to. In fact, I'd like not to drudgery for a man who treats me similar to a muggins."

Shuffling to his feet, Ivan walked toward the door, exploit the seething, colored man open at his final.

On the bus, the buirdly man near the gummy dark coat and a high human face like-minded Lenin said, "Excuse me, sir. But for the finishing ten years I have ne'er seen you facial gesture formerly or even fix your eyes on up from your shoes, can you relate me why you are pleased approaching an half-wit today?"

"It's because I'm having the highest day of my natural life."

"Rubbish," aforesaid the man. "In these times, it's not whatsoever."

"Listen," same Ivan, a note of muscle in his voice (which even speechless him):
"You, too, will have the uncomparable day of your life span once you realize that the gift is yours, and it's an astonishing journey, and you unsocial are amenable for the prime of it."

The bus force to a put a stop to a few jam back the Kremlin. The man got up, after immediately upset to Ivan and force out a containerful of rubles from his big outer garment and started concoction them into Ivan's body part pocket.

"What are you doing," cried Ivan, afraid. "Have you absent rather mad?"